until there was you i did not know what my own lips tasted like.

i hoped they tasted like other girls, better girls.

two ripe peaches dripping with honey,

rose petals brushed with morning fog.

they told me i tasted like cigarette smoke

and bubble gum, sweet and fiery and toxic to inhale.

with you i feel myself taste like salt water,

wind chimes and stained glass windows.

i wanted to taste melancholy and nostalgic,

like the first full moon you howled at.